Seems I dwell in between realmswhere each fleeting moment overwhelmsall that I once knew—beyond excuses or "just because" too. For there's a purpose I now sense,dismissing doubt and all pretense—a meaning woven in my days,a quiet compass in this haze. Wisdom...

Here we go casting on the windsfits of ego dinetiny understanding in the hazea maze of words astoundfalling on the mind heavyWords of power persuadeexpletives of faithlinger in my thoughtspursuing me in my inner sanctumconjuring truth, I askWith halted...